Park Descriptive Writing

Finding my self within the middle of nowhere, I gaze the crystal moon standing with the exception of the coal black sky in the midst of lustrous crystal sparkles. The mist grasped within the air obscuring my vision like peering through a ocean of grey. The glow was dimming, producing new dark virtual portrayal patches around me. The wind hastily howled between abnormal branches, conveying the scent of rich tree decay. The air is thick, clammy with the puff of mouldering of leaves. The constant ticking making the night seem endless. Way on top of me the arms crooked and twisted like distorted limbs reaching out towards me. The enormous mass towered me, producing a shadow pool in my sight, at every step. I apprehend I'm not alone. Overhead, stand
I dodge an enormous tree plummeting down the slender concluded slope. I continue striding forward across the mystic jungle. I notice a path and pursue it. A rough well-worn path boxed by a putrid inexperienced coat. It continues underneath a fair amount of trees, with light streaming through the verdure, before undulating out of sight. This escorted me to a gargantuan mansion. Feeling a cool shudder trickle down my spine, I nervously look at the guarded by black steel railing, the derelict, remote mansion. The railing was connected with razor sharp daggers; as sharp as a shard of broken glass. Swimming round the mansion sharp edges, with ancient carvings of symbols. Encompassing the mansion, sapphire statues of metal like dragons. The dragons were threatening to the human eye, intolerable to
There's a peculiar dim light, on one of the shattered windows. The chilly breeze hit my face, consuming my very own fright bit by bit. Droplets of rain began to pound the earths subtle surface. I tilt towards a abundantly vibrant gleam and descry a sooty cloud hovering me, this was a inevitably a trait of a brutal violent storm. Lightening began to roar from the anger of the violent and severe, storm. I drag my self towards the mansion. Reaching the highest of the steps, I torment my self with worry, like walking the steps to hell. Slowly and anxiously I approach the door. It was irresistible for me not to open it. What horrors lie on the other side? This question endlessly evoked my mind, mortifying my